His Dangerous Love

Chapter 50 Do You Like Such Games

Chapter 50 Do You Like Such Games

"It's a pity that you need to leave without finishing the game."

Jefferson reached out, picked up the brown leather whip from the sofa, folded it in half, and lightly whipped his palm. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The sound was not loud, but Brett trembled with fright and sensed Jefferson unwilling to let him go. Glancing at the whisky on the table, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry to dampen your spirits today. I will drink up the whisky to punish myself."

After he poured a whole bottle of whisky into his mouth, he felt a burning pain in his throat and stomach. And even his intestines spasmed in protest.

Jefferson was satisfied to see him down the whisky, so he indifferently said, "Okay, you can leave now."

Brett bowed low and walked out. As soon as getting out of the door, he leaned against the wall and vomited. But he did not regret it. At least he had chosen the punishment on his own initiative. If Jefferson had punished him in person, he would have lost half of his life.

After vomiting, he unsteadily stood up and unwillingly looked at the closed door. He had not expected Elianna had gotten such a powerful backer. He did not know why Mr. Larsen had helped her. Maybe he was teaching him a lesson on behalf of his brother. Maybe he was also interested in her.

...

After Brett left, the atmosphere in the private room became weird. Elianna's hands were tied, and Jefferson was sitting on the chair opposite her with a whip.

He remained silent, and she was at a loss for words. She dared not rashly speak because she was afraid he would find out the truth. Moreover, he looked too scary when holding the whip.

The quality of the tools in the VIP room was first-class, and the leather whip had luster in the dim light.

Jefferson kept lightly whipping his palm with the folded whip, making Elianna's heart shrink with the rhythm.

When the leather whip hit his palm again, he grasped it.

Elianna's heart instantly skipped a bit. She could no longer hold on, so she said, "Mr. Larsen."

"What's wrong?"

He raised her chin with the whip and asked, "Can't you wait any longer?"

When the whip slid along her fragile neck, it rubbed against her skin and caused her to shiver with itchiness. Then, he tapped the knot on her wrists with it and asked, "Do you like playing such games."

"No, I..."

Elianna was at a loss for words. If she denied it, she would need to tell him Brett had tied her up to prevent her from struggling. Then, Jefferson would ask what Brett had threatened her with. The more she said, the more mistakes she would make. So, she did not dare to continue this topic.

Shaking her bundled hands, she begged, "Can you please untie me?"

"Why?" Jefferson said while standing up with the whip hanging by his side.

Enveloped in his shadow, Elianna raised her head and unconsciously swallowed. When he lowered his eyes, his condescending posture gave her a strong sense of oppression. Seeing him raise his hand, she instantly closed her eyes in fright. But the expected pain did not come. When she opened her eyes, her vision became clear. It turned out he had removed the mask from her face.

Seeing him not intend to harm her, she became bolder and flatteringly moved closer to him. Her hands could not move, so she rubbed her face against his hand and said, "Thank you, Mr. Larsen."

When her delicate face rubbed against the back of his hand, he felt itchy and suddenly smiled.

She was always like this. When everything was OK, she tried her best to avoid him. When she needed his help, she flattered and pleased him in every possible way. This way of doing things was extremely hypocritical, but she looked interesting.

Jefferson became a little more patient. He slid the back of his hand down her cheek and stroked her like petting a little animal.

"How do you want to thank me?"

She looked up at him and replied, "I want to take practical actions to thank you."

He had said he preferred practical actions.

Jefferson smiled, "You have a good memory."

She breathed a sigh of relief and softly said, "Mr. Larsen, I will begin after you untie me."

"You can do it like this."

After finishing speaking, he sat down, leaned back in the chair, and smiled at her.

Elianna froze. She couldn't even move her hands now. How could she thank him with practical actions?

Seeing her motionless, he impatiently said, "Don't make me wait! I'm running out of patience."